"A cold chill traveled down my neck.His hand returned to my hair, and once more began the gentle motion of threading through my battle tangled hair.A ...ew new tears rolled down my cheeks, but this time I had no idea why.I could feel the sun passing out of the sky as we sat there. Eventually the Demon's hand became still, and came to rest on the small of my back. I sat still, too afraid to move.My powers were slowly trickling back into my depleted reservoirs. Small blue sparks set my nose. And so we did. Here I was fucking this woman Marsha, who wouldn't normally give me the time of day. It felt wonderful to fill her pussy with my spunk. When it was over, I was pretty spent. I had just come twice in about 20 minutes, and I needed to rest. Greg was just getting started, so he told me to take a seat. relax, and watch the show.Marsha and Donna got into bed with Greg and started to lick his cock up and down, like cats cleaning their paws. They had their tongues all over his shaft and. Up near the house and out buildings was the close in pasture for a few cows, and some beef stock that was being fattened up to butcher. We also had about six hundred acres where beef stock ranged and were sent off to market annually. Our herd was big enough to reproduce a lot of Hereford and Angus in two separate areas that kept us busy counting head continuously. We had trouble with coyotes and occasionally the wolves would find a calf. We would shoot the coyotes if we saw them but the wolves. Garlic salt was not the root of our problem."I don't want to do this any more," I said. I was surprised when I felt tears come to my eyes. "Gail, we just don't work. Let's just call it off."Gail's eyes went wide."Call it off?" she asked.I could only nod. I couldn't trust myself to speak another word. Gradually, I calmed myself."I'll get a room for a few days," I said. "We'll get together this weekend if that works for you and we'll talk about splitting things up."Tears fell onto Gail's cheeks,.